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[Stars]

Ok, this RPG has no background story, in this one, we all have to create one. This gives more freedom. Just use your fantasy.

It's DnD based, not really the rules, but the races, classes, items, mosters and all that kind of stuff. It's based on the medieval times.

Your Characters:

Name:
Sex:
Race:
Class:
Alignment:
Deity:

Inventory:

Looks:
Personality:
Background:

Soveliss Amakiir:

Name: Soveliss Amakiir
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Bard/Bronze Dragon Disciple
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Ye'cind (Elven God of songs and tales)

Inventory:
Studden Leather
Short sword
Short sword
Hand Crossbow
Hand Crossbow
Bolts
Backpack
Bedroll
Tent
Torch (x3)
Waterskin
Dagger
Dagger
Bottle wine (x3)

Looks:
Soveliss is an elf with green eyes. His skin is pale is a contrast with his long black hair. He wears a brown sudden-leather armour, which has spikes at the right shoulder, with a long red cape that he got when he was merely a child, the cape was too big back then. So it fits perfectly nowadays.

Personality:
Soveliss makes a peaceful impression on others. He likes good humour, entertaining people and the company of others. He likes to be in the middle of interest. He enjoys good wine and good meals. He also likes to be better than the rest, although he is certainly not arrogant. As result; he just wants to win competitions and say something like: “I just did my best.” or something as modest. Soveliss is also really curious and even endanger his own life because of it. He is also a bit greedy, he wants to keep good things to himself no matter the cost.

Background:
Soveliss Amakiir was born in the elven viliage of El'thill. His dad was a drunken bastard and his mother was a shy maiden. Soveliss' parents were arguing alot and on a day his dad left them. Soveliss' was just 12 years old. So his mother, Al'uthii, had to raise him on her own. Soveliss' dad began to wander the world. But on a sad day his life came to an end. He was slaughtered by a group of kobolts.
On the age of 84 Soveliss met a human bard named Nimble. Nimble saw potention in Soveliss and took him as his pupil. Since then Soveliss became a Bard.

Ok, let's begin

Soveliss walks out of the gate of his home city of El'thill. He looked around and sighted. So, here my tale begins. He thinks. He takes a few steps and sighted again. Ok, so to the east the ancient elven tombs are, and to the south the dwarven mountains of Ulfgar are. Where to go? He decides to got east, towards the elven tombs. He tights his backpack and walks towards the east. I should reach it in half an hour.

[Stars]

Seeing as this is role playing, I suppose you can make up your own items and such. But as it's causing arguements, lay off it a bit :happy2: .

Maybe somebody should post a bit of proof? To resolve this.




















Don't look at me!

  ***I have no idea what "DnD" is, nor do I care, so I'm just gonna make up stuff. :x***

Name: Leon Whisper.

Sex: Male.

Race: Human; traits of other races.

Class:

Alignment: acts on both "evil" and "good"; will dabble with either for a good payment.

Deity: N/A; atheist.

Inventory:
"Aabi's blade"; curved, thin blade. Little power but with speed will take out an enemy with a few hits faster than a larger sword.

Looks:
Long, brown hair, shoulder length. Wears a black jacket with linings of fur, with white symbols embedded in it. Tall, but not too tall. Wears black skin-tight trousers, tight, white t-shirt and black boots.

Personality: Mostly kept to himself, but opens up to others. Concentrated.

Background: His father left his mother as soon as he heard she was pregnant with young Leon (and I mean YOUNG). Leon grew to the age of five until his mother was raped and killed whilst on a trip to a large city. Leon was forced to live from house to house, occasionally in the streets, mixing with the wrong people.

This finally lead to him getting a job as a "hirable artist," in which he would do pretty much anything for a good amount of money. Murders, robbing, welcomes, waiter: anything.

Soon he became well-known for this and made friends with a very powerful business man who was closely linked to royalty in the land, and he became well known and his skills are now well sought-after at the age of twenty one. He is a natural fighter and athlete so more physical jobs are usually asked of him (and paid, as he makes sure).

My turn:

Name: Doak Lible. (Lie - Bell)

Age: 34.

Sex: Male.

Race: Human.

Class: Rogue or Freelancer.

Alignment: Mostly Evil.

Deity: None?

Inventory:
- Rogue Pass.
- Angeled Blade. x 2. Short, angeled blade. Used for quick, silent deaths at the throat. Angeled for quick, streamline stabbing.
- Iron chest plate. (Can I use this?)
- Black Bandanna.
- Flint x 10.
- Herbs x 5.
- Ointment.
- Thin cotton bandage.
- Steel pins x 5.
- Face Bandanna (For stealth, covering face)
- Medium Wallet.
- Gold x 450.
- Fake Gold x 2,000.

Looks:
Medium Height with short black hair, naturally straight and shiny. Grey/blue eyes. Faded brown leather jacket (Sleeveless). Holders for daggers, with a belt to hold it. Tight black trousers, with holes. Numerous cuts on legs and arms. Black boots.

Personality:
Laid back, calm and always carefull. Often silent, talks only in business and
means of buying. Streetwise and clever.

Background:

Brought up by grandparents, parents reported missing at age of 9. Learnt ways of thievery. At the age of 19, Doak left home in search for a job. Two months after searching, he was mugged and kidnapped to a rogue settlement. With way to escape, Doak was forced to work, become part of their tribe and live their ways. Doak became a stereotype rogue at the age of 28. With enough skills to live on his own. The past was behind him and all that meant to him was answeres, revenge and survival. His quest was to
find out the truth behind his parents' going missing.

That okay?


What now? Start of my story?

The market was crammed, full of traders, disease and money. 'Breakfast time' Doak thought to himself. The man blended with the crowd. Pickpocket, that's what he done best and that's what he was doing. The man staggered out of the other end of the crowd. Looking happy for himself, counting is money. '46 gold pieces?'. It would do, as the man lived off of either scraps or stolen luxury. Luxury was a maxium of a loaf of bread and a bottle of ale: Not much. Doak placed the money in his left pocket, waist height. Returning to the crowd, he blended in and walked towards the local tavern.
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[Stars]

OOC:It's pretty good, but maybe you should expand the personality a bit, and the background should be somewhat bigger.

[Stars]

Edited. Read again.

[kspr]

If you clicked into this thread to see what the new post was, there is none.

[Monkeydog]

Darn.

[SpazCat]

Where now there is! (Still disappointed though...)

[kspr]

if youre looking for a prize, there is none. only more cereal.